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soft and melty inside and swallow a dreamy sigh. Robin to his Batman! Superhero partners. There are lots of versions where Robin gets way stronger. He could have had me at hello if he’d said that first. “You don’t want me to work for you. You want a superhero
partner
. That’s a whole different story. Why didn’t you just
say
so?”
    He steps into the room and I hate to admit it but I’m awed that he can do it. I couldn’t and I know it. The blast of killing cold coming through the open door makes me want to cry from the sheer pain of it, makes me want to turn and run the other way as fast as I can, but he just pushes forward into it. He doesn’t move fluid, as usual. It’s like he’s shoving himself into concrete, by sheer force of will. I wonder why he doesn’t go fast, the way he’s telling me to.
    That he can do it at all provokes me. Am I going to be a chicken? Let myself be outdone? This is Ryodan. If I’m ever going to be able to beat him, I have to take risks.
    “What am I looking for?” I say through chattering teeth, psyching myself up to freeze-frame. I
really
don’t want to go in there.
    “Anything and everything. Absorb all details. Look for any clue. I need to know who did this to the patrons of my club. I guarantee protection. I deliver it. If word of this gets out …”
    He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to. It can’t get out. Chester’s has to be safe ground with no exceptions or he’ll lose business. And Ryodan isn’t one of those men who will ever tolerate losing anything that’s his, for any reason. “You want me to play detective for you.”
    He looks back at me. His face is coated with ice. It cracks at the seam of his lips when he speaks. “Yes.”
    I can’t help but ask. “Why me?”
    “Because you see everything. You aren’t afraid to do what it takes and not breathe a word of it to anyone.”
    “Talking like you know a thing or two about me.”
    “I know everything about you.”
    The chill I get from those quietly delivered words is almost worse than what’s coming out of the club. I know people. Ryodan doesn’t talk big. Doesn’t blow smoke up other people’s tushes or bluff. He can’t know everything. No fecking way he knows everything. “Quit talking. I need to concentrate if you want me to put both my superbody and my superbrain to work at the same time. That’s a whole lot of Mega-nitude.”
    He laughs, I think. The sound is flat and tinkles like ice in his throat.
    I shine my flashlight into the darkened club. A hundred or so humans are frozen, mid-gyration, mid-sex, mid-dying, mixed in with a caste of Unseelie I’ve only seen a time or two: the caste that served as the Lord Master’s imperial guard. The room is decorated in tribute to their rank, all red and black, with frosted red velvet drapes and ice-dusted black velvet chaises, red leather sofas and padded racks and lots of chains on every piece of furniture.Leather straps. Sharp blades. There are puddles of black ice on the floor. Human blood.
    Torture. Murder. People slaughtered.
    It sinks in and I just stare a second, trying to get a grip on my temper. “You let this happen. You
let
people be killed by those monsters!”
    “They come here of their own volition. The line into my club last night wrapped around two city blocks.”
    “They’re confused! Their whole world just melted down!”
    “You sound like Mac. This isn’t new, kid. The weak have always been food for the strong.”
    Her name is a kick in my stomach. “Yeah, well Mom taught me not to play with my food before I ate it. Dude, you’re a fecking psychopath.”
    “Careful, Dani. You’ve got a glass house of your own.”
    “I got no place like Chester’s.”
    “It’s a famous quote.”
    “Not too famous if I don’t know it.”
    “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Maybe you want to talk about your mother.”
    I look away. I’ll pocket my stones for a little while. At least